What women really want – “50 Shades
of STFU”… and Hangovers…
So, y'all have heard about my nurse girlfriend, Pamalama. She’s a really cool chick, smart and
generally a good person. Oh, and she’s a
freak. All nurses are freaks… along with
nail technicians, hair stylists, bartendresses and most airline attendants… In
that order... But I digress, Pam is
cool.

Anyway, she’s fallen into the “Fifty Shades of Grey” trap.
You snacks (that’s TUSK talk for “babes”) are familiar with the book/trilogy. It gives y’all the escape to “freak land” you
think you crave. You “want” to be tied
up and smacked around… (right). You
“want” to be dominated and told what to do… (yeah).
What you really want is… no matter what… no matter where… is to
be told “everything is gonna be ok”… when you already know it is…
For example: You (the
snack) come home and you’re place is afire.
The whole joint is being consumed in a conflagration and all your
worldly possessions are being destroyed.
Time is of the essence and it’s running very, very short. What do you “want”? A water hose?
No… A cell phone to call
911? Wrong, again... A bucket of water? Nope.
What you “want” is to be held tight, hugged, and told
“everything’s going to be alright”… all
the while, your shit is burning up.
That’s how y’all roll… and that’s ok…
And Pam gets what she wants… I love her.
Excuse me while I pound out her brains.
TUSK
TUSK’s Hangover Remedy
·
32 oz Cup full of ice
·
Gatorade (powder mix at double concentration per
volume)
·
(1 – 2) BC Headache Powder(s)
·
Alka Seltzer (optional)
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